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need no umbrella 
For my white ass like vanilla (Ice)
Or like MJ's tan 20 years after Thriller
I'll get you later like a baby gets grab in a zoo by

fucking life
I pray to God
He show that bright light
Niggars live in pain
Some prefer the white
I've been on my own
Dont want parasites
Wake up in the mor

the next you ain't.
Make up you're mind.
Your actions took me by surprise,
Now I'm left to face the consequences,
Of believing your white lies.
Boy was I

should go one day
Maybe Sunday and go for sundae
And back to the flat we'r up to the Monday
I see you Tuesday but dont choose days
I see you when you want

on the low
Maybe it's you or maybe it's me
I like keeping everything lowkey
Stepped in all black, all white
Tryna get my stacks up all night
they said you

should go one day
Maybe Sunday and go for sundae
And back to the flat we'r up to the Monday
I see you Tuesday but dont choose days
I see you when you want

what's going on on-uh

Nelly
What's going on 'cross seas
every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got mommas crying out please
My

sure a god in a white skin dont exist
Wo se wo nim nyansa aa ack like it
You want go walk on a streets of gold
Boy you dey sick
Wake up from that mind

nomads, travel the region and take land
Invasion, rebel assault, the white man
Plague spread across the world, by war camps
My mind, a torch, light up, like

fuckin taxes
Grab your bitch by the back, she ain't got no ass
Way too gassed up, ya she stinking bad
Got the red bottom on, it was white when I started

involved.

Dragon is up.
Thanos onboard.
Bad to the bone.

With a little bit of klaus in my heart.

Pull d game up by d loophole.
Watch me give d game

thats a given
I’m transparent and she like the way I’m living
She say I’m humble and I’m full of ambition 
But its hard to stay grounded when her feet by

School of hard knocks
Is where I got degrees
Murder in the first
Shooter cum laude
That's top of my class
Top of the top
I'm offing ya top
This off-white

know
That you be in my face
Don't be letting them know
That you makin the drop
I got gifts by the pound
I be havin it boxed
Said her pussy is pink
I be

The issue of sin
But they know the article and the
Issue that 50 was in
You should hear them spit little man
Is always tryin' to battle rap
I'm like follow me

at night
Allow your pride to take control you'll lose faster
All money in what I've been about
Master plan for my future its mapped out
Im going hard

the spirits calling, autumn turn fall
Dementia in the familia,
Press snooze I'm nodding off
Plenty booze cause life's hard - as it is
Bitches mummified looking

hard for me
Cause I don't know who, or what I'm supposed to be
And I know it'll work out, somehow
But things were easier when he was by my side
Oh,

the torch for the church bombing
Shit is psycho like Bates Norman we up in the pit wit the snakes crawling
Divine evil swine eaters with hard bottoms

see you again
I wish you wouldn't go out west
'Cause I'll be in Connecticut
And you'll be far away by then
I'm letting myself sulk in this
I fall so

A Peasant is a Paisano (Paisano)
American Italians, speak Ameritalyano

Ya know cuz back then
Ya know, Italian white boys
They tough, they grew up like fuckin

up to the dead I spit their eulogies
We got rushed by a van full of police
They said, hands on the wall and spread your feet
They laid their hands

Claus, he prefers to use the chimney
Step by step, with, his silent footsteps
You might be laying in bed, dreaming about red nose and his friends
All you

Komm mit
Ich kenn ein Spot
Alles vernebelt in der Hotbox
Komm mit
Ich zünd noch ein an
Fliege dann los suche die Distanz
Komm mit
Bleib weg
Weil du